Thursday, August 14, 2008

A Collection Of Poems (some very, very, sad)

Last Night
I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
- author unknown

A Dumped Dog's Prayer

Don't close the door! Don't push me away.
Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay.
Slow down the car, I can't keep up.
This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
I've got to quit running or my heart will pop.
Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop?
I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near.
But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here.
Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet.
They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets.
Every car that passes, I chase it to see
If it's my master coming for me.
Though I approach those that come near
With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare,
They threaten to kill me - they don't even care.
Batter my body with rocks that they throw,
I will not leave, he will come, don't you know?
Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb.
I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!
I will go back where he first threw me out.
I'll wait for him there, he will come, no doubt.
My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead.
I'm sleepy, so sleepy - I can't lift my head.
It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still.
There is my master at my home on the hill.
Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name.
His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.
He decided he wants me. Things will be fine.
I really do love him, that master of mine.
My tail wags with pleasure. I can't catch my breath.
He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!
- author unknown

The Life of a Puppy

This morning, I woke up and kissed my dad's head
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great"
Then I thought about breakfast, "I hope it's not late"

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while
This never fails to make mama smile
I sniffed at everything that we did pass
I ate something weird and it gave me gas

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true
He gave me so many great things to chew
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care
What I truly like best is dad's underwear

That obedience book was sort of yummy
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy
I threw up a bit but that was all right,
When mom found it later, I was well out of sight

I made streamers of T. P. while running at full speed
Mom is pretty quick but I was still in the lead
I flew under the bed and mom flew past
She stopped and shook her head and breathed
"You're too fast"

Mama later phoned daddy and said, "it was frightening!"
That afternoon she was sure I'd pooped lightning
She sat at the computer while I chewed the cord
She thought I was mad but I was just bored

When mama had enough and couldn't take anymore
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door
I love it inside but outside is best
Lay in the cool grass and had a good rest

That didn't last long as there was too much to do
Can't quite remember where I hid daddy's shoe
I found an old bone and scratched at a flea
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree

I barked at the kids when they got off the bus
I can't figure out why this makes mama fuss
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind
I barked and barked, till mom yelled, "Come In"

The sun dipped in the west, soon daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy, we always have fun
I barked at my daddy and then turned on my charms
I woof woofed, "hello," then jumped in his arms

Sitting under the table, it's sooooo hard to wait
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate
I raced through the house and scattered my toys
Ricocheted off the furniture and made lots of noise

Mom found her purse, the one I had abused
Daddy let loose a chuckle
Mom asked "are you amused?"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble
Dad said, "wasn't my boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV and said, "it's time for bed"
Dad said "let's go boy" and patted my head
I got in my spot between mom and dad
I thought about my day and what fun that I had

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below
Then let loose a sigh, a sigh deep and low
She gave me a kiss and snuggled me tight
And whispered so softly, "my darling, good night"
- author unknown

Boxers' Angels

For those Boxer Babies in the sky
Who have left our loving arms
Don't stop to ask or wonder why
Just know they're free from harm

No pain or fright confronts them now
They've left that all behind
They're embracing joy and freedom
And still live in our minds

Eyes are bright and seeing now
Velvet skin is healed
Legs aren't stiff, and ears can hear
Our love they still can feel

Embrace their memory, hold it tight
Wipe away your tears
The Boxer joy that filled your life
Will last throughout the years

Think of them with happy thoughts
Say a thankful prayer
All those happy Boxer angels
Still know that we care
- author unknown

If It Should Be

If it should be that I grow weak and pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then you must do what must be done, for this last battle can't be won.
You will be sad - - I understand, don't let this grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest, your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years, what has to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so, the time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend, and please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm, and speak with me, until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see, the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve. It must be you who has this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold back its tears.
- author unknown

If I Could…


I could go back to the day we brought you home I wouldn't even ask your breeders about your flashy brindle already promised litter-sister because I'd know that you
were going to own my heart before supper time that night.

And speaking of that night, if I could go back to the car ride home I wouldn't bother to tell the rest of the family that you were going to be properly trained to sleep in a crate because I'd know that you were going to spend that night and every night for the next six years sleeping next to me on the bed.

If ....

I could go back to the spring after your first birthday. I wouldn't yell about the way you kept digging up the newly planted trees and bushes. The pear tree you dug up and dragged to the front yard at least a dozen times is much taller and bears more fruit than the one you left alone. And the day-lilies you kept dividing produced twice the blooms by the lilies you didn't shred. You were quite a gardener, buddy!


I could go back to the day we brought that kitten home I wouldn't scold you for chasing him. Because I'd know that he was swatting your nose to get you to do it.
By the time he was a year old he wouldn't run when you did want to chase him. Stupid cat.


I could hear you drinking your water again. I wouldn't fuss about how much noise you were making or the mess you made around the water bowl or how often I had to fill it for you because I'd know that a noisy, sloppy, frequent mess was not nearly as depressing as seeing that tidy, quiet corner when I enter the den.


I could hunt you down in the house again I would still laugh when I found you sitting in the bath tub holding a bar of soap in your mouth. You didn't like baths but you sure loved soap!


I could walk into the den and see you curled up in my chair again, I wouldn't crab at you for being there because now I know how much I hate sitting in a cold chair.


I could have one thing I really want for Christmas – I'd have you back. Healthy and whole without the fear that this would be the day, week, or month we'd have to start learning to live without you in our lives. And if I could have two things I really wanted for Christmas. Researchers would unlock the mysteries of BCM so good dogs might not die so damn young.
- author unknown (BCM is Boxer Cardiomyopathy)

I Wish

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you posses.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final
-author unknown

If these poems don't make you cry and go hug your dog, then nothing will.

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